What the fuck is it with parking garages that makes every feel so goddamn brave? What allows these idiots to walk down the middle of a lane, clearly marked for cars, totally oblivious to what is going on around them? It can’t be a hearing thing. I don’t care if you drive Toyota hybrid fucking Prius no car is silent in a parking garage. As soon as car tires hit whatever kind of concrete they pave parking garages with they start squealing.
I was less then three feet behind some woman who was walking right down the center of my lane in the parking garage. This lady probably walked 15 yards with me behind her and never once did she look over her shoulder. Common fucking sense would tell you that if there is 1000 pounds of metal rolling behind you, you might want to take a peek and gauge the situation. Sure chances are it is a guy like me who won’t run you down but you can only roll those dice so many times before they come up lunatic.
Women aren’t the only offenders. Men are just as bad if not worse. It’s like every one has a set of 10 pound balls that they strap on each time they decide to walk through a parking garage.
I am not asking for a whole lot here. Next time you hear a car behind you in the parking garage carefully remove your head from your ass, look over your should to verify a vehicle is there and then get the fuck out of the way.
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Amen, I almost had to blast a pair of broads in the Pacific Place garage a while ago. They were walking down the middle of the road like it was a fucking parade to show off their new coach bags and chanel sunglasses
Luckily car horns can be deafening in echoey parking garages (if your a dick like me).